Especially not right now.
His cock was achingly hard, and he pressed his hips down against the bed, teasing himself as much as he was teasing Blythe. Mack couldn't wait to sink into her. But he wouldn't, not until his brother arrived.
Instead, he would lick and suck on Blythe's sweet pussy, until she was writhing and begging for release... but that would also have to wait for Jake.
Chapter 6
Jake
With the Rawbone's course set, Jake was able to return to his cabin, where the sweetest sight met his eyes. Blythe on his bed, arms stretched high above her head and secured to the bed, with Mack's head buried between her thighs. She was moaning and panting, her back arching upwards, thrusting the pink tips of her nipples to the ceiling. The soft mounds wobbled, jiggling as she squirmed against Mack's mouth.
He'd already been half-hard in anticipation of what would be waiting for him in the cabin, and now blood surged to his groin.
"Mack... please... I can't take anymore..." she begged, and then let out another gasping cry, tinged with despair, as Mack's head moved slightly. Whatever he'd done, she'd liked it, but it hadn't been enough to trigger her climax.
Jake wondered how long his brother had been keeping her on the edge of pleasure. It was one of Mack's favorite things to do to a woman, and he was masterful at it.
"She can't take it anymore, brother," Jake said, walking up to the bed. Blythe gasped, her eyes flying wide open to look at him and his cock jerked with appreciation. "Perhaps we should try something new."
When Mack lifted his head, Jake could see Blythe's swollen pussy, glossy and pink and so very pretty, tucked underneath her dark curls. Mack licked his lips, which were covered in her cream. "Sounds good to me."
"Please," she begged again, lifting her hips as if trying to offer her pussy up to them. Her voice was ragged with need.
Reaching down, Jake began to unwind the rope from her wrists. As much as he enjoyed a bound and helpless woman, her current predicament wouldn't work at all for what he had in mind.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he crooned, his cock throbbing with anticipation. "Mack and I are going to take good care of you."
Blythe
If she didn't climax soon, she was going to die. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her need so overpowering that it felt like it was suffocating her, and she could barely breathe.
She’d never had a man push her to the edge like this and then leave her there. It felt like all she needed was the slightest touch and she’d burst, but somehow, Mack knew just how to continue touching her so that she teetered but never fell. The frustration was utterly maddening, and it consumed her, eating away at her thoughts, her control. She was lost in the sensations. In the hungry need, and if she didn’t get that spark soon, surely her body would fail.
So she didn’t protest, didn’t even try to fight when Jake untied her wrists and flipped her over.
The two men might be twins, but they couldn’t be more different.
Where Mack had been gentle and slow, Jake was rough and fast. She found herself on her hands and knees, the captain’s hands holding her hips, and then he was pulling her back as he thrust forward, spearing her on his cock. Blythe wailed at the sudden, shocking invasion, the glut of sensation that was too strong to allow her to climax.
He didn't take his time, almost as soon as he was inside of her, he began to ride her like a brute stallion, oblivious to her shriek of agonized ecstasy.
A thick shaft pressed into her mouth, muffling her cry, and she nearly choked on Mack’s cock. Fingers threaded through her hair, holding her head up so he could feed her his dick, all the gentleness disappearing like fog over water when the sun rose. He used her mouth, sliding over her tongue, not waiting for her to suckle him but forcing his shaft down her throat over and over again.
She was full of their cocks, from aft to bow, and her body wanted more. The tight rope of tension that Mack had teased her to finally snapped and she keened around his cock as the captain plowed her from behind. The men groaned with pleasure as they used her hard and Blythe's rapture spiraled wildly, careening through her like a waterspout and leaving her just as wrecked.
Jake
The woman bucking beneath him was as hot and wet as any he'd ever had the pleasure of mounting. Her pussy gripped him, spasming as she rocked with her climax.
Jake loved the feel of a woman's pussy clenching around him in ultimate ecstasy, which was why he'd sent Mack to heat her up. He dug his hands into her hips, looking down and enjoying the view of his cock parting her pink swollen lips with their dark fringe of curls. The little star between her ass cheeks winked at him and, as he felt her body begin to slump after climax, he moved his hand so he could place his thumb over the crinkled hole.
Immediately, she stiffened again, and he was fairly certain he heard a muffled protest. But, of course, with Mack using her mouth so deeply, it was impossible to tell what she was actually saying.
He slowed his thrusts slightly, pushing harder with his thumb, and he heard her shriek around Mack's cock when he popped through the tight ring of muscle guarding her entrance. His brother groaned appreciatively, throwing his head back and thrusting harder into her mouth.
Moving his thumb back and forth, despite the tight grip of her arsehole, Jake could feel her pussy squeezing him again as she tried to clench against the movement of his thumb. He groaned in appreciation as her muscles moved around him and he began to ride her in earnest once more.
Blythe
Wrong! Her mind shrieked at her. This is wrong! Make him take it out!
But she couldn't, of course. She was just as helpless as she had been when she'd been tied to the headboard. With Mack's tight hold on her hair, his cock filling her mouth, she couldn't even ask Jake to remove his finger.
Not that she thought he would.
Her entire body was taut with renewed tension, squeezing and clenching, and trying to force the burrowing digit back out again, to no avail. Its entrance had stung and now, as he moved it inside of her, burned a little as she was stretched.
Just when she'd thought she couldn't possibly feel more full, he'd proven her wrong. The small addition of his finger in her tightest hole felt so much bigger than it was.
Blythe was also shocked. She'd never had a man who wanted to touch her there. While she was aware of men using each other in such a manner, they'd always been more interested in her cunt than anything else. Very few of them had even wanted her mouth.
Fear trickled through her that the captain wanted to put more than his finger there. Going by how uncomfortable just his thumb was, she couldn't imagine taking anything larger in the tight space. And yet, her pussy trembled again. Clenched. Creamed.
She made a mewling sound around Mack's cock as her body tightened again, her sensitive flesh far too responsive to cocks pushing into her. The ring of her bottom around the captain's thumb felt like it was tingling, adding to the mix of pleasures.
Just then, Mack grunted and thrust forward, burying himself in her throat. His grip on her hair tightened, pulling at the strands hard enough that her scalp stung. Her face was pressed up against his groin as his cock pulsed against her tongue, making her dizzy with the lack of air.
Sweet cream spurted and her throat muscles worked, sucking it straight to her belly. There was no way for her to breathe and although she tried to pull away, she couldn't, not until he let her hair go.
The lightheaded ecstasy was too much and she cried out as another climax claimed her.
Mack's softening cock pulled away from her lips, and the sudden influx of air sent her pleasure soaring even higher. Her screams of passion filled the cabin, soft fingers stroking her hair as tears spilled from her cheeks at the intensity of the erotic euphoria consuming her. The flavor of cock and cum was still on her tongue, somehow heightening the perverse decadence of pleasuring two men at once.
The captain fucked her harder and harder, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and
then she heard him groan. Unlike Mack, he didn't thrust into her and hold himself there—no, he continued to ride her as he came, his cock hard as a steel rod, plundering her as only a pirate could as he pumped hot cream into her quivering pussy.
Chapter 7
Mack
Mostly satisfied, although not entirely sated, Mack leaned back against the headboard. Bonny Blythe had practically collapsed in a boneless heap, her head now resting against his thigh. She was much softer like this, drowsy in the aftermath of her pleasure.
Jake was looking well pleased too, although Mack knew that, like himself, it wouldn't be long until his brother was ready to pillage her body again.
Sprawled beside them, Jake ran his hand up and down the softer curves of her body. She was lean, but well proportioned, and she didn't try to squirm away unless his fingers veered too near her sensitive cunt. It was a dark pink now, and well used, which only made it even more enticing to both of their minds.
When Mack slid inside of her, she'd be gloriously wet, her silken walls gripping him delightfully...
But first a small period of rest for her. After all, it was only her first day, and they both had rapacious appetites for her to fill. It would be odd, having a woman on board to sate his needs rather than having to wait for the next port, but Mack was rather looking forward to it.
Especially such a woman as Bonny Blythe. As beautiful as she was deadly and just as passionate. Even if she'd tried to deny her body's responses at first. Mack had rather enjoyed overcoming her resistance.
Slowly, she stirred against his leg, as if coming awake from a dream, and her eyes widened.
"I..." Her voice was a husky rasp and Mack's cock twitched in response. "You..." She started to push herself into a sitting position, which Mack responded to by gripping her hair at the base of her neck again and forcing her back down. A shiver went down her body and then she looked up at him with surprise and just a hint of temper. "I should go... I... um, what is my position in the crew to be?"
Chuckling, Jake slid his hand down to her ass and gripped the soft flesh tightly. "Right here, love."
She rolled her eyes, making Mack laugh this time as well. His brother was unused to such a response, especially from a woman, and it showed in his expression.
"I meant when I'm not warming your bed, Captain," she said. "What should I be doing?"
Jake recovered quickly and shrugged, pretending at nonchalance, although Mack could see the gleam of interest in his eye. Both of them liked a saucy wench, and Bonny Blythe was certainly that. "I told you, the crew is full. If you want to offer your help, no one will stop you, but your main concern will be keeping up the morale of your captain and first mate."
He grinned at her and Blythe snorted with laughter, making her breasts wobble, which caught both Jake and Mack's eyes.
Sliding his hands down from her hair, Mack closed his hands over her tits and squeezed, making her gasp with surprise.
"Now that you mention it, Captain," Mack drawled, squeezing the soft mounds, working them with his fingers in the same manner which he might knead dough. "My spirits could use some more lifting." His cock was already beginning to harden again, and he doubted Jake was any different.
"Well, then, by all means," Jake murmured, pulling Blythe's upper body away from Mack's lap and positioning her so that Mack could lower himself between her thighs.
This time he didn't bother with any warming, he just shoved straight into the slick heat of her cunt, spearing her with his cock and pumping for his own pleasure. She was so sensitive from their previous play that, as her orgasm approached, she began to push at him, trying to stop him from pleasuring her again. Instead, Jake held down her wrists while Mack rode her to another screaming orgasm... and then they switched places.
Blythe
Slowly coming awake, Blythe moaned when she moved her legs and her body protested. Her thighs hadn't hurt like this since she first learned to ride—a horse, not a man. The Raw brothers had certainly lived up to their reputation, because that was how she felt, raw inside and out. Not just physically, but emotionally. The bastards hadn't been happy with just enjoying themselves, they'd insisted on pleasuring her too, each and every time.
And there had been multiple times.
To her surprise, the bedsheet underneath her was dry. Gingerly rolling onto her side, she cast her mind back... she had a very vague memory of Jake picking her up in his arms while Mack replaced the sheets they'd thoroughly sullied. They'd also wiped her down, rather gently, before tucking her into the bed where she'd fallen asleep almost immediately.
All in all, they'd been much more solicitous than she could have ever expected. Blythe didn't know how to feel about that.
Rather than dwell on it, she forced herself up into a sitting position, wincing slightly at the soreness of her ladybits. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been used so hard. Or enjoyed herself so much. Guilt crept in again, but she pushed that away too. There was nothing to be done about it now.
Her stomach grumbled, demanding attention, and Blythe was grateful for the distraction. Food. Jake had said the crew was full, but she'd learned there was almost always room for a helping hand in the galley. No matter her place in the captain's bed, Blythe preferred to be useful in her spare time.
Jake
Four days into their voyage and he was starting to understand why Bonny Blythe was also called the Siren of the Seas.
She was captivating. Already she had his crew wrapped around her fingers, including Mr. Dorset, who cooked the majority of their meals and rarely shared the galley with anyone. But he made room for Blythe.
Jake had thought he'd need to have a word with the crew about how to treat a woman on board, but after Blythe had nearly broken Sam's hand when he'd tried to grope a feel, they'd all started treating her as one of the men. He and Mack did the same after she'd made it clear she was not available to them abovedeck, waiting until they were in his cabin with the door firmly shut behind them. While the men might hear her feminine cries of passion, they all pretended it was business as usual once she appeared on deck.
If they did discuss what they heard, they did so out of earshot of both Jake and Mack. Which was wise of them. Normally, Jake didn't concern himself with what the crew said about any of the women who had occupied his bed, but Blythe was... different.
She held herself aloof much of the time, but that little air of mystery just made Jake want to uncover her secrets. He could tell his brother felt the same. They took turns questioning her, often after fucking her senseless, which was when she was most willing to talk.
Once she'd had time to recover, she pulled in on herself again, avoiding more personal interaction. And she never asked them questions about themselves. If Jake were a less confident man, he might be insulted. Instead, he was intrigued.
She was hiding something, and he was determined to know what.
Spotting her standing by the rail of the starboard bow, he stalked up behind her. The wind blew strong, making her shirt flap slightly, pressing against her curves and then fluttering away again. Jake's fingers itched to take down her hair and see its long length flowing in the wind as well, but he already knew she'd refuse. The only place she took down her hair was his cabin.
"M'lady," he said, stepping up beside her. For a brief moment, he imagined stepping behind her instead, bending her forward and having her right over the rail of the ship where the whole crew could watch... but that would go very against her stated wishes. His cock still twitched with interest.
"Captain," she said coolly, her eyes on the distant waves.
"Do you see something of interest?" he asked, not at all seriously.
To his surprise, she nodded. "There's... something..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a shout came down from the crow's nest. "Guineamen, ahoy!"
Slavers! Fire flared in Jake's blood, jerking him upright as he ran for the wheel, leaving Bonny Blythe behind, staring at him in shock.
Mack
Angry anticipation already thrumming in his veins, Mack turned the wheel hard. He didn't need to see the captain sprinting across the deck to know what their next course of action was. There was nary a slave ship that crossed the Rawbone's path that lived to tell the tale, and none of the crew meant to see that end any time soon.
He growled under his breath as the ship turned. Jake was shouting orders as he crossed the ship, the sails unfurling. Big John was also barking out orders and Mack could hear the rumble of the cannons sliding into place.
A savage grin crossed his face as they neared the other ship. Already he could see that the crew of the slave ship was in chaos, as was wont to happen when they'd been targeted. Pirate crews swelled with escaped slaves and rescued Africans in the Caribbean, and the slavers knew the red sails of the Rawbone in particular ensured their doom.
Other pirate ships might pass them by, but never the Rawbone.
"What is going on?" Blythe's voice, so close by his ear, made Mack jump.
He cut a look her way. "Get belowdecks, love. Things are about to get nasty."
She scowled at him. "I can handle myself. But... why? I thought you and Jake wanted to make straight for Antigua with no delay." She gestured broadly at the other ship. "That looks like a delay to me."
"The Rawbone always has time for slave ships," he said, somewhat absently as he brought the ship around so it could fire broadside. The canons would be aimed at the top decks where the crew was. There was always a danger to the people in the hold below... but risks had to be taken.
"Why is that?"
She didn't sound judgmental or upset, just confused, so Mack gave her the honest answer.
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